“She’s with Trofim! Trofim has her,” he blubbers. “He threatened me. I didn’t have a choice when he—”
His head snaps to the side when I punch him, the words dissolving into a bloody spray.
“Men like us always have a choice. You should have been willing to die to protect her.”
I should have died to protect her. I will if it comes to it.
“I’m going to die now, aren’t I? You’ll kill me. Even when I tell you she’s at my safehouse in Staten Island, you’re going to kill me.”
I glance over my shoulder and Raoul nods. He knows where the safehouse is.
“You’re going to die and it’s going to be by my hand, but not tonight.” I back away and Agostino falls to a bloody heap on the floor. “Right now, I need to get to Viviana.”
Trofim has had her alone for days while I was wasting away in the gym.
